The scene is set in the hallways of the backstage area, where Drago and Stacy Clark are in front of the camera.

Stacy Clark: Drago, tonight you face off agai-

Drago Cesar: Please, do not be rude! Say hi to my new friend!

Stacy appears confused and looks below Drago to find the mysterious machine known as BUB-209. Her eyes widen as she struggles to comprehend how a metallic beast such as this can even exist.

BUB-209: Good evening, Ms. Clark.

Stacy Clark: Uh.....hi?

Drago Cesar: You like?

Stacy Clark: Sure.....Anyways, tonight, you face off against Smythe D. Wonder. You've defeated him in the past, and there was some controversy over the events at Certified Greatness last year. How do you expect the match to go this time around?

Drago Cesar: You see, Smythe the Sperm Whale is very da-

BUB-209's eyes light up.

BUB-209: Searching bestiary......Smythe D. Wonder, former OCW World Champion......

In a strange turn of events, we hear the machine cough. Drago looks concerned.

Drago Cesar: You ok? You need like cough drop or something?

BUB-209: The cough was intentional. Resuming..... and OCW Hall of Famer. Threat level: High. Threat level if The SDW, or Flapjack, comes into play: DEFCON 5. Exercise extreme caution when dealing with this specimen.

Drago Cesar: Ooooooohhhhh.

Stacy Clark: I see. The former world champion says he'll make sure that you won't be 100% come Devil's Night, and that, in his words, he'll take you to hell.

Drago puts his hand on his chin and thinks. He shrugs.

Drago Cesar: I'm don't know what I'm do to make him the angry all of sudden. Maybe he mad because he never got his chance at North American Championship, but that was not of my control. But if he think he can make sure that I'm not at my best for Devil's Night, then go ahead. It's gonna take lot more than egocentric Sperm Whale to stop me from vengeance.

Drago walks away as BUB-209 follows suit.

BUB-209: Enjoy the rest of your day.

Stacy Clark tilts her head in confusion as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh my!
	....We now take you to a special message from Rhyme Time!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I never knew Bill could sound like such an Angel and speak asian!
	ARE YOU BLIND?

Recorded Earlier!
The scene opens up with Mugen casually walking down a familiar empty hallway while whistling to himself. He is still replaying the events of last week's Riot in his head when his tag team partner Nate Ortiz betrayed him. Mugen starts talking to himself a bit...

Mugen: How dare that pompous asshole son in law of Sensation get in my way of total domination. How dare he betray me........who does he think he is?

As Mugen turns the corner he is still continuing to talk to himself.

Mugen: Oh right he's a leeeeeegend. Boo freaking hoo. I am a GOD. A GOD I TELL YOU.

Mugen turns another corner and we see the familiar security guard from the Robert Wong Memorial Hospital. Mugen fist bumps him as he walks right past the security.

Mugen walks down the hallway to the room with "C.S." written on the sign. He reaches in his coat pocket for a card and places it on the scanner.

As the door unlocks, we still do not understand what "C.S." means as we only see Mugen and not the person sitting on what looks like to be a bed.

Unknown: "If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.........."

Mugen: You are quoting The Art of War. That's like 1st Grade literature for me.

Unknown: Recent occurrences would beg to differ.

Mugen shrugs off the indirect reference to last week like he didn’t even notice it.

Mugen: Let me throw another quote at you.

Some movement is heard in the background from the direction of the unknown occupant of the room.

Mugen: “Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.”

Unknown: I like that. Is that what you are doing now? I heard about what happened last week to you on Riot.

Mugen, unable to ignore such a direct reference, grows annoyed at the mention of Riot.

Mugen: How did you hear about that?

Unknown: You know this isn't a jail right? It's just a facility made for people who have been sick.

Mugen: Sick…. Right. O.K. sure, you’re just sick...

Mugen’s head turns as a hand is seen pointing towards the laptop on the desk in the corner that obviously supplied the Riot information.

Mugen: Ah that's right........let's not talk about what happened to me.

Mugen takes the chair from the desk and swings it around so he can sit on the chair backwards.

Mugen: I'm a wrestler, I'm a leader, I'm a winner, I'm a champion but most importantly I'm a businessman. So, let's talk about what you can do for me.

The voice turns to a sing-songy cadence for a moment.

Unknown: “What I want is the question....”

Unknown: It’s about time. As you said…

Air quotes come out for this one.

Unknown: You’re a “businessman.” So obviously there are strings attached. Lord forbid you help someone just because they need it.

Mugen: Old sport, you and I both know what you were capable of doing as a former OCW Wrestler. You were a champion, a fighter, a workhorse week in and week out. Don't even get me started with the other side of you.....

Unknown: Don’t.

Mugen: What? You don't want me to talk about what?

Unknown: You know what I don’t want you to talk about.

Mugen: Oh what? The feeling of anger? The feeling of pain and suffering like the monster that dwells inside you?

Unknown: That feeling’s gone. And thanks to all of this, it’s never going to come back. So just drop it.

Mugen stands up from his seat.

Mugen: You know why you are doing just fine these days right?

Unknown: The medication. When I have it, it all stops. The struggle. The voice. The fight for control. It all fades away. And I’m me again. Just me…..

Mugen: And you know who makes this medicine? This modern day miracle that’s keeping you whole? ...or dividing you apart, I can’t really tell…. MY RESEARCH FACILITY!

The room is silent from what Mugen just said.

Mugen: So not ONLY have I given you a facility to get better. I've literally given you everything in this room right now. This bed, that laptop. HELL THIS ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY.......

And almost on cue, a knock on the door is heard and a nurse comes into the room holding a syringe.

Mugen: I've given you the cure to your problems. NOW, old sport. Do you understand that we have a deal here?

The shadowed figure shrinks back from the nurse, now understanding what price the treatment undoubtedly comes with. She tries to come forward again, but the figure takes a step back again.

The nurse turns towards Mugen, as if looking for advice. He nods his head towards the shadows, waving his hand expectantly. In his mind she shouldn’t be considering any alternative to forcing this miracle serum on the mystery man.

She walks forward yet again, pushing the figure against the bed frame simply by virtue of the space, or lack thereof, between them.

Nurse: Sir, you know you need this. You know it’s been almost 24 hours since you had your last dose, and as this is still extremely experimental we don’t know how long you can go without it before all of the good may be undone.

As if on cue she presses forward just a little bit more.

This time, however, she is met with an arm lashing out. A hand wraps around her throat, draining the color from her face.

Mugen: Go on then! I can buy plenty more like her! If this is what you want to be, if this is who you are then go on with it already!

A second arm reaches out, almost as quick as the first, and latches onto the first arm forcibly prying it from the poor woman’s throat as still as can be ready to receive the shot.

The woman, now in fight or flight mode quickly stabs the shot in and the only resistance she meets is a grunt of pain. She flies from the room, leaving the original occupants alone again. Mugen stands from his chair as the figure falls back to his bed.

Mugen: Fantastic. Now I will let you know when I next need you. Let me leave you with another quote from The Art of War, old sport.

Mugen walks towards the doorway and with his back to the occupant of the room.

Mugen: “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity”. Cody…….Storm…...in the midst of the chaos in OCW, there is opportunity for you to help me fulfill my mission of saving………..excuse me……...purging OCW of all its impurities.

Mugen makes his way out the door. As he’s taking his final steps that syringe comes flying into the shot, stabbing into the wall right next to where Mugen’s head is. Mugen, not shaken in the slightest by this minor, if aggressive, act of defiance, keeps on walking, laughing as the scene fades away.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WHAAAATTT!!!
	Oh this can't be good!

TKF vs Ebony & Ivory

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Googamooga!
	Lord Av Mercy!

Johnny Tsunami, walks into the locker room to find an unmasked, bruised and swollen faced, Samsin Simsin sitting at a table watching the event monitors with painfully squinted eyes.

Tsunami approaches Samsin with his hand balled up in front of him.

Johnny Tsunami: DUDE! Nice job out there brah! You did a really good job last week, who cares if you lost man, it was just some simply mistakes brah.

Taking a deep breath of frustration, Samsin stands up slowly while staring Johnny in the eyes.

Johnny Tsunami: So brah, did you hear what I said last week? What did you think about it?

Samsin stands there silently staring at Johnny over his swollen cheek bone before abruptly walking passed him and out the door. Johnny, a little concerned and confused now decides to follow Samsin out into the hallway. He taps Samsin on the shoulder as he catches up.

Johnny Tsunami: Brah c'mon, I'm on your side here! I want to help you, Samsin, we can be friends man. Come on brah, what do you think?

Tsunami then again extends his hand out to Samsin, who has his fist balled up still...

Samsin: Look..

Simsin breaks his silence with a congested voice.

Samsin: I'm not here making friends "bro" but, I may have something you may be able to help me with. Do you have a phone on you?

Johnny Tsunami: Uh.. Nah brah I don't but I can help you with Charles Young & Arnerd.

Samsin: Hmm... Well.. the camera fades away from the two and the last thing we see is Johnny Tsunami smiling as him and Samsin continue to talk.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I mean at this point, he needs all the help he can get!
	Indeed!

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